Here’s to Bowling

One time, in a moment of weakness, I gave Joey my permission to sign us both up for a bowling league. It was a Christmas present to him.

And that was two years ago.

And I’ve somehow managed to weasel my way out of actually bowling in any leagues for the past two years. It’s an accomplishment I’m quite proud of.

It’s not that I hate bowling all that much. Okay, it’s kind of that. But it’s also because I plain suck at bowling. Once I turned 16 and bumpers were no longer an option, bowling became way less fun. And the other thing is… Joey is good. Like has his own rolling bowling bag good. Like has bowled in weekly leagues since he was born good. Like bowled two perfect games already this year good.

Why he even wants to be seen with me in a bowling alley is beyond me.

Also beyond me? Why he felt this sudden urge to actually take me up on my Christmas present offer now. Two years later. And I’m having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that we’re actually signed up and tonight at 7 PM I will be embarrassing myself bowling in front of a bunch of people who actually know what they’re doing.

We’ve already bought me a pair of my own super stylish bowling shoes that are going to look great with skinny jeans. And then we hit the lanes, you know, just to practice. And I proceeded to bowl 4 gutter balls in a row. It’s all getting a little too real.

Hey look, I broke 100!

And right now, I’m really wishing I had put an expiration date on that Christmas present.